[wordshaker]

I dreamed I came home and was somewhat horrified and humiliated that I had left my kitchen a mess. However, there was no time. I had wooden pieces from the Arc of the Covenant, the Holy of Holies. They were mystical and powerful relics. The pieces were a little thicker than plywood and looked like aged oak, and my ex was coming. He was seeking them with bad intention. I was trying to hide them in my house, but everywhere I tried they weren't completely concealed, with some part or edge showing. I was flustered. I usually have a perfect sense of size relationships and how things fit together, without taking measures, so why couldn't I do this?! I'm lugging them awkwardly up and down stairs and trying one place after another.

Too late, he's coming. I have to leave. I'm in the car. Somehow I've stowed them with me. I'm driving to the village center, a large roundabout, with giant boulders within. I pulled over, and walk in. He's been there - looking. There's a great hole dug out of the boulder, pieces of rock everywhere. The police come then. I must act casual and not attract suspicion. I try to look like I'm passing through, stepping over rocks nonchalantly. But then I see an envelope. Within is a bookmark. It's not old, not ancient, and I realize it's from an ally in my mission, left for me as a talisman before he died. It's an encouragement to go on.

[Thunder Bow]

You are encouraging yourself to move on in life, despite the troubles you have faced.